Marin Mazzie & Peter Friedman:Our Children Lyrics

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MotherHow they play,Finding treasure in the sand.They're forever hand in hand,Our children.

TatehHow they laugh,She has never laughed like this.

MotherEvery waking moment, bliss.

BothOur children.

TatehSee them running down the beach.Children run so fast...

MotherToward the future...

TatehFrom the past.

MotherHow they dance,Unembarrassed and alone.

BothHearing music of their own, Our children.

TatehOne so fair,

MotherAnd the other, lithe and dark.

BothSolemn joy and sudden spark,Our children.See them running down the beach.Children run so fastToward the futureFrom the past.There they stand,Making footprints in the sand,And forever, hand in hand,Our children.Two small lives,Silhouetted by the blue,One like meAnd one like you.Our children.Our children.

MotherWell.

TatehYou say that often. "Well".

MotherIt's because I don't know what to say, Baron.

TatehI'm not a Baron, of course. I'm a poor immigrant, a Jew,Who points a camera so that his child can dress as beautifullyAs a princess. I want to drive from her memory everyTenement stench and filthy immigrant street. I will buy herLight and sun and clean wind of the ocean for the rest of herLife. Now you know me. Now you understand. I am no Baron.I am Tateh.